Siren Wail Novels & Stories

Luna Crystal, do you think Indiva is going to use sirens against the soldiers? "I can't say for sure. How can their lure be avoided? Have there been any known instances where someone has been able to resist the lure of a siren?" "Yes and no. Many years ago, a witch created a siren with her own image to seduce a wolf. She wanted him to break up with his mate and be with her. While the wolf resisted for a while, the human counterpart did not survive under the constant attack of the siren throwing herself at him and fell under her spell ultimately resulting in betraying his mate and causing their deaths. So, while there is no technique on this the chances are that at least mated shifters may be

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

“You have to harness your magic before it spirals. If you don’t, the siren will take over completely. You won’t just be influenced. You’ll become her. And trust me, a siren is a breathing death spell.” A chill crawled down my spine. “How?” Theo moved toward the table, rifling through his bag. He pulled out a small, folded scroll and an obsidian vial sealed with wax. He handed both to me. “This,” he said, nodding at the scroll, “is a chant. Not a spell. A focus. It must be sung—not spoken—at the start of every sunrise for the next seven days. And this—” he tapped the vial, “—contains sea stone powder. You’ll mix a pinch into water and anoint your skin before sleeping. It’ll keep the wolf part

she whispers "I'm not special, Mika, but he was so surprised," I tell her, "And Mika, I can't get over his eyes. They were...beautiful, gorgeous, and golden-" "Holy shit!" She screams suddenly "What?" I jumped slightly "I d-didn't- think- Holy shit," she sighs leaning against the wall, "Come on, let's get you to my place," she tells me I grab my phone off of the couch calling 911.

I am the Siren, sorrow’s vessel profound, Each note I sing, your heart is anguish bound. Each not is a blade that slices your spirits core, Bleeding eternally leaving you in pain forever more. In agony you will writhe unable to stop, As I play on the mistress of your shattered heart. Heed my caution, mortals stay far away, The bravest souls have been trapped in pain, Until my song ends no relief will you gain.’

He smiled at her “Ok” Maddie said excitedly “I’ve been asking for weeks but she won‘t tell me. Elder Nait, what is a sirens song?” “It is a song sung by the Fae’s. When the world was filled with them, they would sing; communicating how they felt. They used the wind like a telephone; to send songs or tunes; to talk” “I thought Siren were mythical creatures and related to the sea like merfolk” Maddie said “No. They were an extension of the Fae. When a fairy mated with a merfolk. They had offsprings and not all were able to adapt to living between the sky and the sea”

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

Waen put back the smile in her lips doing different silly face reaction like Skye is still a child. "a-ahhh, no I am actually happy to see you secr-" He immediately stop his self and I saw his fingers shake but he put it inside his pocket to hide. I don't know what's going on inside his mind right now, but I am sure that there's something wrong going on. He closed his eyes like he is trying to remember things out. I look at Waen who's currently also looking at me with her eyes trying to ask me what's going on which is also the exact same thing I wanted to ask. "Aunt Waen." He uttered then exhale deeply like he just got up from the water.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.